9/1/98
a palm's embrace
she sits still, motionless
stares at her hand
all are gone and she's alone
too much pain to stand
that palm once embraced his
fingertips resumed
knuckles clenched
and thumbs consumed
but now her hand is dead
blood still runs
but it lacks a missing piece
his hand is the one
for if his fingers
laced hers once more
could only be conceivable
through heaven's door
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